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Marcus ThomasBreathe, said Damian. Breathe, love. In through the nose. Out through the mouth. I am breathing, Vivienne gasped.Then breathe more.She would have laughed if the next contraction had not seized her at that exact moment and squeezed her whole body like a giant fist. She dug her fingers into the bed rail and groaned through her teeth, and the white light of the labor room swam in front of her eyes. Snow was falling steadily beyond the window. Down in the street, the yellow lights of taxis crawled along Second Avenue in a long, slow line. It was ten minutes past three in the afternoon, and they had been at NYU Langone for exactly two hours and fifty-one minutes.That one was big, said the nurse, calmly, checking the monitor. Very good, Mrs. Voss. You're doing beautifully.I don't feel beautiful, said Vivienne. Nobody ever does, said Dr. Patel, from the foot of the bed. She was a small, brisk, serene woman who had delivered Eleanor two years earlier, and she wore the same e
Velvet Chains Chapter 195
Number Thirty-OneIt snowed on the morning the studio opened.It was the first real snow of the year, soft and slow and wet, falling in big white flakes out of a low pearl sky. It lay along the iron railings of Spring Street and dusted the tops of the parked cars and turned the old cast-iron buildings of SoHo into a row of sugared cakes. Vivienne stood on the sidewalk in a long gray coat, thirty-six weeks pregnant, with one hand pressed to the small of her back, looking up at number thirty-one.It was a narrow brick building, four stories tall, with tall arched windows and a green door freshly painted and a small brass plate beside it. The plate had been polished until it shone.MARSH & VOSS STUDIO. School of Restoration. Est. this year.And underneath, in smaller letters, engraved by hand: Everybody ought to have one thing they mend. Don't cry, said Damian, at her elbow. You'll start me off. I'm not crying. You're crying.It's the snow, said Vivienne, and wiped her eyes with a gloved
Velvet Chains Chapter 194
Three Empty ChairsThe morning of the ceremony came up clear and gold, with a light breeze off the water and not a single cloud in the sky. Vivienne woke before dawn. She lay for a while in the big white bed with the shutters half open and the first pale light creeping across the ceiling, listening to the soft sounds of the villa waking up around her. A door closed somewhere, a tray rattled, a woman laughed in the garden, low and happy, and a man's voice answered. Beside her, Damian slept on his stomach with one arm flung across her waist, his hair sticking up in all directions, looking about nineteen. She lay there for a long time, simply looking at him. It's today, she thought. It's really today. Then a small, warm, determined body climbed onto the bed, and a sticky hand patted her cheek, and a high voice announced, with great seriousness, Mama. Up Boats. Boats? Vivienne mumbled. Big boats. Out window. She sat up, laughing, and gathered Eleanor onto her lap. Through the open shutter
Velvet Chains Chapter 193
A Dinner for TwoDelia Hale had never been farther from Maine than Boston, and she looked at Lake Como the way a child looks at a magic trick. She stood on the deck of the little white ferry with both hands on the rail and her hat held down with one elbow, her mouth slightly open. The lake spread out ahead of them like a sheet of folded blue silk. Mountains rose on every side, green at the bottom, gray in the middle, with a faint dusting of snow along their highest ridges. Villages clung to the shore in tumbled rows of ochre and rose and pale yellow. Church bells rang somewhere across the water, small and sweet and very far away.It's too beautiful, she said at last. It looks like a painting. Somebody must have made it up.I think somebody did, Alexander said, beside her. He leaned on a single wooden cane now, the crutches gone, the brace replaced by a light support under his trouser leg. He wore a linen jacket and a pair of sunglasses that Bas had forced on him at the airport. Briggs
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What Mercy CostsAlexander woke up properly on the fourth day, in a narrow hospital bed with a cast on his left leg, a brace around his ribs, and an elderly woman asleep in the armchair beside him. He lay very still for a while, looking at the ceiling. The room was quiet. Sunlight came through a half-open blind in long gold stripes. He could hear a faint hum of machines, the slow, steady sound of someone breathing, and, somewhere down the hall, a cart rattling over linoleum. He didn't move, in case it all went away. You're awake, said Delia. She hadn't opened her eyes. She sat with her hands folded in her lap and her chin on her chest, looking like a woman dozing in a church pew. But her voice was clear. I'm awake, Alexander said; it came out as a croak.Good. She opened one eye, and then the other, and looked at him with the stern, tender expression of a woman who had raised three children and buried a husband. Don't ever do that again.Do what? Run into a burning building. Get a bea
Velvet Chains Chapter 191
The BankerPhillip Harmon was flown home to New York in handcuffs, in a government jet, seated between two silent marshals with a battered leather briefcase chained to his wrist. He was seventy-one years old. Vivienne saw that at once, through the narrow window of the interview room door at the federal detention center in Brooklyn. He was a slight, stooped, gray man in a rumpled linen jacket, with a neat white mustache, round tortoiseshell glasses, and a faded blue bow tie that had been knotted with great care. He sat very straight in a plastic chair, with his free hand folded over the other, looking at the blank wall in front of him as though it were a painting he was trying to understand. He's been like that since he landed, said Special Counsel Park, standing at Vivienne's shoulder. Polite, Calm, hasn't asked for a lawyer once. Hasn't asked for water. She shook her head slowly. In twenty-six years, I've never seen a man surrender quite like this.What does he want? Vivienne asked.
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